Those were the days! Long ago I had watched Mamu Bhanje Ka Maqbara from the windows of my practice room in Bhatkhande college. Those sitting over sumptuous turf had often been the object of envy for me. How could they sit and relax and keep natting while I sweat here like a hog? And, then suddenly... Sign in to see full entry.
Tuesday, December 4, 2007
Some memories never die!
With a tuft of hair hung here and there to his otherwise bald head and piercing hawk-like eyes, his face looked quite stern. I could only think of Dr Faustus when he came towards me. "Who are you? What do you want?" he fired a rapid-fire round of questions. "I am Virendra’s daughter... can you teach... Sign in to see full entry.